Saturday late morning, Principal's tower

[demons_death]

John had climbed up on the counter and was watching Dean cook with all the patience of a seven year old. Yeah, that much

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[psychic_wonder]

Sam had slept through the morning announcements, so he wasn't entirely sure what Dean was talking about in his voicemail. But he'd sounded sufficiently freaked, so Sam didn't waste any time heading up to the tower and knocking on the door.

[bigdamndean]

"I'll get it!" Zoe yelled, because it was her place, and her door, and she got to decide who to let in even if Dean was the biggest one around. She scrambled to the door and opened it, tilting her head waaaay back to look up. "Hi Sam!" she said. "Are you gonna help with breakfast too?"

[psychic_wonder]

Sam eyed the little girl and tried to peer past her to look inside. "Dean?" he bellowed. "What's going on?"

[demons_death]

"Sammy!" John yelled happily, jumping down off the counter and running to the door where he grabbed Sam's hand and tried to tug him forward. "You're going to play with us, right?"

[psychic_wonder]

"Play?" Sam said uncertainly, eyes widening as he recognized the boy. "Dad? What happened to you?"

[demons_death]

John frowned at him. "Nothing's happened to me." He tugged again on Sammy's hand. "Come on!"

[saltandammo]

"That's what's going on," Dean said from the kitchen door. "Dad and Zoe came and got me out of detention to make them breakfast. Detention where I had been watching cartoons. Because it was being run by an 8 year old Josh Lymon."

[psychic_wonder]

Sam glanced at the little girl who was standing on her tiptoes and trying to see what Dean was cooking. "That's Zoe? They're children?!" he said. "Why does knowing that they're not alone not make me feel better?"

[saltandammo]

"Because if all the adults are kids, that leaves us in charge?" Dean suggested.